Your children are not your children .....


This is my absolute favourite poem/piece of philosophy. It resonated with me from the very first time I read it, long before I became a parent - long before I’d even thought about having children. It’s written by Khalil Gibran, a Muslim writer/poet/artist/philospher and it says it all to me about our children.

Your children are not your children.⁠⁠

They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself.⁠

They come through you but not from you,⁠ And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.⁠⁠

You may give them your love but not your thoughts, ⁠For they have their own thoughts.⁠

You may house their bodies but not their souls,⁠ For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, ⁠which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.⁠

You may strive to be like them, ⁠but seek not to make them like you.⁠ For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.⁠⁠

You are the bows from which your children⁠as living arrows are sent forth.⁠ The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, ⁠and He bends you with His might ⁠that His arrows may go swift and far.⁠

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;⁠ For even as He loves the arrow that flies, ⁠so He loves also the bow that is stable.⁠